Why can't I die?
Why can't I get away from here?
Can I buy a ticket to hell?
It has to be better then this but I'll never tell.
Why doesn't anybody understand me?
Why don't people see?
Why can't they open their eyes?
Why can't the hope grow?
Instead it must follow the path to death?
Why can't life be better?
Why must people suffer to keep others happy?
Why were we put here?
Why can't they answer my questions?
I'm so sorry for the people who know me.
I'm so sorry I must be here as a vexation,
to make all other's life worse.
I'm sorry I was placed in this ugly skin.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect.
Sorry I can't do anything right.
Sorry that I'm a failure.
Sorry I can't die.
Sorry that I'm scared.
Sorry that I worry.
Sorry that I can't talk.
Sorry I can't help.
I try my best to make others happy.
In their happiness i beleive one day I will find my own.
Why do I have the feeling I'm used?
Why do I wish to leave these people that I strive to help?
I'm sorry for complaining.
I'm sorry I cry.
I'm so sorry for being here at all.
If only someone could understand my thoughts.
I only ask for one person.
